hearts are broken,
pieces making shapes on the floor,
strange, unheard of.

can we read them,
are we meant to understand,
is it time to go?

in your hand you light up again,
forgiveness is a middle name,
inhale your freedom.

understand the mystery,
singing violence as you move,
singing violence for the shattered,

don't pity the dead, he said,
just look at the living.

don't regret your words, she said,
they are all you have.

nothing is what it seems, they agree.

understand the rhythm,
you sing violence for the broken
sing violence for the whole.